It isn’t often that I wake up
grumpy, but I did so on Sunday morning. It didn’t help when the microwave went
out—it will probably cost a few hundred bucks to fix. It didn’t help when I
called my mother and listened to her complain about everything she could think
of. If you think the world and everything in it is going to hell in a hand
basket just e-mail me and I’ll gladly share my mother’s phone number. Tell her you
hate Obama and she’ll invite you to her place and reward you with a sumptuous
meal that will include kale.
To find out what cured my case of the grumpies click here.
